But I am not the only one on the move. Freya is speedcrawling across the lawn, up and down the driveway, up the stairs, down (with a little help from a friend) the stairs, and all over the house. She is experimenting with standing handsfree, and seems days away from walking unassisted. The beach is her favorite new place, not least because of all the sand, seaweed and driftwood she can put in her mouth.
Her big brother Beau is on the move, too, from one pre-graduation party -- sanctioned and otherwise -- to the next. His steps towards adulthood are no less dramatic than what Freya serves up, luckily he's mastered the art of walking in a straight line, and is moving on to figuring out college dorms, banking, and - most importantly in the short run - planning his fabulous trip to Europe.
And finally, all of us are on the move back to Portland! Our stint in Marin comes to an end next Monday. Not a moment too soon, as summer gets into full swing in the Pacific Northwest and we have been missing our garden.
